1 O happy soul that lives on high!
While men lie grov'ling here,
His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings;
While grace and joy combine
To form a life, whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees.
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

5 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill,
To meet that glorious day,
When Christ his promise shall fulfil
And call his soul away.